Sacramento, 2007. Decided to pre-flight before freinds cousins graduation party. Went a little overboard. Two blocks away from her house, I threw up into a mcdonalds bag in his car. The puke went straight through the bag and into my lap and all over his car and my shoes. Then he had to babysit drive me back to his parents home. It was bad. Real bad.

Yes. My friend's parents are huge Jimmy Buffet fans, so they do Margaritaville. Two years ago, I got completely wasted and threw up behind their colourful tool shed. Next day, they blamed the asshole friend that showed up who wasn't invited. Also, quahogs are amazing, just fyi.

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